against me?

i never thought i'd see this thing again.

Monday night my dear cousin came to play with Against me! at Slims. I called up 15 year old me who then texted 18 year old me [the revive] and we all headed down to the rock n roll show. I danced and bounced and screamed and punched and at the end of the night slept like a rock star. The next few days were another story.

As i was bidding farewell to dear cousin, i called after him that if he were to run into Michael cera on tour, he knew what to do. Low and behold the next day, last night, i awake from somewhat of a slumber to this text:

"with michael cera. pretty funny. and no i'm not kidding. in Pdx"

so i may have called him like 4 times and sent a few too many texts. i was pretty out of it. we wont get into all that, but needless to say, this is all getting too weird. every time i am down in the dumps, i get that much closer to meeting him. someone needs to make me sad more often.

the girl who's smile you forget

my trip back home was wildly successful. now i am sitting at work sipping on some tea with everything and nothing to write on here. My little lonestar, Ariana, sent me a message from houston a week ago alerting me that her friend made out with Michael Cera while he was in Austin that few weeks ago. That's a shame.

I think its time for a rather large change, though I am not sure what that might be yet. Last night I saw Tiny Furniture by Laurie Simmons' daughter, Lena Dunham. I had slept all day after waking up with alcohol induced shakes and decided I needed to get out. It may have made me even more melancholy than before, but i certainly enjoyed it. Yet another person that I would love to meet and probably never will. I am sick of friends that are only around me when it is conveniant for them. I have so many projects and no drive to do them. I want to go to the snow tomorrow.

Happy new years eve. my other half is in town but i was too drunk to really see her when i saw her.

MIssed encoutner #423809482349023

I think I have blown the chance of a lifetime... I need to be much more aware.

http://www.ontheredcarpet.com/Michael-Cera-tours-with-super-group-Mister-Heavenly/7821626


FIRST TOUR DATE: SAN FRANCISCO. Only 8 days ago. I fail. Notice last tour date in Austin TX. I now have one of my best friends who lives in Austin, Peter Dontfailme Smith, on the lookout. My world is in his hands.

UPDATE #2

my beautiful little Gigi Mevlana, who has since uprooted from our dear city and transported herself to santa brobrah, has revealed to me that our Michael Cera is in her town now. She has her eyes peeled for me and knows what to do.

Also i have drafted her for our excursion, if she doesn't find him.

2:46pm

like a true artist... just turn all obsessions into a project right?

right!

UPDATE.

A couple o' cool kids just came into the museum visiting from Toronto. I asked them if they know or have ever seen Michael Cera and they said no.. BUT! They did give me a bit of valuable information: Brampton.

Canadian suburbs here I come! One step closer.

i feel like..

i am just not producing enough work this semester to keep this thing happy. im sorry, it must've been something i ate.... this fall just hasn't been productive. well to be honest it's actually just been a series of failures. but this winter will be different. among a lengthy list of project ideas.. there is this:

so i've been kinda like this lately..

to fix it i will fly to here:

get one of these:

pick this one up:

then we will drive to here:

and proceed to find this one:

and in between i will take photos of everyone who leads me to him. then when i meet him i will say, "hi. do you want to watch battlestar galactica with me?"

it is the Michael Cera Project and it is coming soon to a coffee table book in a living room near you.

a conversation i once had at a bar.

“Hi.”

“Hi,”

“Hows it going?”

“Pretty well. Where are you from?”

“Guess.”

“Australia.”

“The other one.”

“The other one?”

“Yea, the other one.”

“England?”

“No. The other one.”

“The other one of what?”

“Australia.”

“I thought you weren’t from Australia?”

“Im not.”

“ok. I’m Amanda.”

“Tristan.”

“Where’s Isolde?”

“What?”

“ok.”

“So what do you do?”

“Do we really have to do this?”

“It’s what people do”

“How about what I don’t do?”

“ok.”

“I don’t play soccer.”

“Not at all?”

“That’s not part of the game, your turn.”

“I don’t like spaghetti.”

“Ok we can do that too. I don’t like black holes.”

“What? That’s absurd.. They are barely relevant to you.”

“That’s not true.”

“ok. So what else DON’T you do?”

“I’m bored with this. What do you do?”

“I’m a scientist.”

“What kind?”

“The scientific kind.”

“I feel like a lab rat whenever I am at ikea.”

“ok.”

“ok.”

“bye.”

“bye.”